A/N: yaaay! It's raining! And no one else is home! A perfect writing environment.

A musical interlude?! Really?!

No. Not really. Not at all.

HELP MEEE! My German teacher's a pedophile. Seriously he's like raping me with his eyes. And he can't teach at all.

Ok let's get back to something you care about. These are Alucard's thoughts from the end of chapter nine, because I cannot help but to dash into the world of not Pura's perspective. Not a musical interlude like you were hoping for. Hey! I got an idea! Let's all come down to my house and watch Hellsing and Dexter. It'll be an avalanche of sexy/sadism. WOOOOO! I got the first disk of Dexter season one because the blockbuster people are idiots. Oh hey it looks like I strayed back into the lands of 'Jen we don't care'. I should write.

What a strange creature this girl is. She runs from a mere image, not even a well made mockery of bloodshed, seeking refuge against a real monster. She shivers with fear so perfectly…

How can she lie there, actually sleeping? Curled up; her dark hair is covering her neck…but her arms are drawn up; I can see the thin veins crisscrossing so close to the surface. It would take next to nothing to puncture her skin…

She's breathing evenly, unafraid. Of course, her breathing isn't the most prominent noise. That constant thumping of her heart, what a beautiful sound. And it would take so little to stop it. Just one little bite on her fragile throat. To feel her tremble in my mouth, screaming if I don't prevent her from doing so, her struggles weakening as I drain her life from her. Such a wonderful thought…

Oh. She's trembling now. Cold, I suppose. My, what a pathetic sight. She looks even more helpless than usual. Alright. I'll help you, you vulnerable, mouthwatering little girl. Here, you seem to like my coat. Though as to why I have no idea.

What would it take for this girl to run from me? Really, she's only tried to escape me twice, when she learned I was a vampire, and when she discovered I had full permission to kill her. Though the second time was more from surprise than true fear. But other than that, she's remained still around me, even when I breathe in at her throat. Even when my fangs were just barely separated from her neck, somehow she remained still. Oh yes, she was scared, but fear hadn't completely frozen her. And then she calmed down. Her heart stopped slamming so frantically. Lucky for her that she didn't run. I very well might have devoured her there if she had jerked away from me.

Why have I let her live so long? It has been ages since I've killed one as perfectly young as her. I could have devoured her hundreds of thousands of times by now, something that I think about constantly. And her blood has such a delicious scent to it under her skin. If she gets cut, I'm sure the aroma would be almost impossible to resist, even for me. It was only by some marvel that her blood wasn't spilled when she was abducted by those idiot vampires. If she had bled then, she would almost certainly be dead; no new vampire would be able to resist that.

As I tend to do when I'm contemplating ripping her apart, I brushed Pura's hair away and placed my hand on her gently pulsating neck. Her eyelids twitched slightly. She woke, and stared sleepily at me, her pale blue-green eyes half-lidded. I could send her back to sleep, quite easily; she wouldn't even be able to fight it in her current state. But I wanted to see how she would react.

For a few moments she watched me, then she went back to sleep. She went back to sleep as a monster was not only thinking about eating her, but actually holding her by her unprotected, frail neck. She even shifted and exposed her throat further, unintentionally tempting me to pierce her skin and drink her blood. I traced my finger along the vein in her neck, wanting so much to slice it, spilling the blood on my finger, watching it drip down before feasting, and oh what a feast it would be.

Now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't stop at just drinking her blood. I'd devour her fully, maybe with my hellhound. She smells far too delicious to let her flesh rot.

A soft noise interrupted my thoughts.

"A…lu…card…" Pura. Has she woken up? No… she's still completely unconscious. Dreaming. Not a nightmare though, she's calm. I'm in something other than her nightmares?

Oh. I understand. Why she so desperately wants to be around me. Why she trembles with something other than pure fear when I touch her. Why she fights the terror her body demands her to have.

She loves me.

I see devotion in her eyes so often, but I see something she's fighting back underneath that. Fighting it back because she knows it's wrong. She knows it will get her killed. I've never been able to pinpoint what it was, but lately it's been getting closer and closer to the surface, more difficult to fight back, yet she had hidden her emotions. She may have even come to terms with this fact, but she would never tell me. I've never seen such a shy girl. How quick to betray her mind are her dreams.

This changes nothing. I still want to kill her. Taste her blood. Consume her life.

I still want to protect her.

A/N: short I know. But what did you expect from a musical interlude. Let's move on. Hey, writing this way, does it make me a bit, like…effed up? I hope not.

Keep in mind that this isn't chapter 10. This is an inconsistency in my POV. I am compelled to skip around with my writing. I can't help it. Forgive me.

Damn it, Marie. Finish betaing chapter nine so I can post this thang for my faithful readers. All twelve of them. Because I feel that very few care. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I don't want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed on the sidewalk like so many tiny glass sculptures. OW ! My lips are chapped. cause my lips are chapped and faded call my… sorry, MCR moment.

B/N: Sorry, Jen. I had to bleep out your eff word. We'd have to up the rating just for your author's note. And to that I say: Au contrare, Lumiere. And you stuff it, I sent this to you like a day after I got it. You just wouldn't give me this, don't blame it on me.

And you're really overestimating. You have 4 readers. 2 of them being me.

CALL MY AAAAAAUNT MAAAAAARIE, HEEEELP HER PAAACK UP ALL MY THIIIIIIIIINGS, AND-

Sorry, MCR moment. You should've seen me at this party I was attending last night. Helena came on while I was eying the chocolate fountain and my friend Avery stuck her finger in it, and I like squealed really loudly and ran to the dance floor and was screaming it. I was really excited. Anyway, go look at my stuff, Mmkay?

A/N2: I had the eff word in my story before…

And did you squeal like Jesse would have had he continued to not shut his noise hole?